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Tripolation

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Rule 2 -> YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT POETRY CLUB
Rule 3 -> Someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the poem is over
Rule 4 -> Only two people to a poem
Rule 5 -> One poem at a time
Rule 6 -> Poems will go on as long as they have to
Rule 7 -> If this is your first time at poem club, you have to poem

BEGIN!

Derek Walcott said:
Love After Love
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
 
I will share a short one of my own.

The tangled vines of life, gripped and pulled away the veil
What remained and all that was left, was your spirit's grail
It spoke to you in voices, that spoke another tongue
You ignored the call so long, until you heard it sung
Music in your mind, the voice became so clear
And now you hear the song, until you disappear.
 
Funny - I was just thinking of whether I should post some poems or lyrics or something. I wrote this one one morning a few years ago. I think it might have some relevance. Thank you for starting this thread. I hope that it is interesting to you. I have enjoyed reading yours! This one is long and wordy.


Untitled (Gratitude)

There's a mountain
Dreams live there
Hope shimmers in the electric half
seen quantum foam, yet very real
hyper energized ready to burst forth
quivering of and in infinite potential
Of dawn and whenever
Death and morning
Love preserved and transmogrified
Hearts of dawn and fire
Such love
Alive and buzzing
Awaiting expression of intent and care
through the eye and heart of the beholder
The beholden stream of directed expression of infinity
We reappear though the perception of care and
...

The extatic zealots of unfettered creation
Dare to dream
To shape shapes hinted at by lovingly cultivated detection and boundless care, desire, intent, surrender
We are magic
We are/ can be conduits and gentle directors through desire to share love
We can live here and grow things
Cultivate and weave
Make aerial beautiful paintings of joy and sadness
Hope and despondence
Care
Inspiration
Interpretation
Shaped expression of emotion all in sight
Held in transit as it moves through awareness
Now yesterday tomorrow
All these things we see
And lovingly grow
For an instant of communion of motile shared understanding

And it is
And then it has been
And moves into experience
And future expression of more

Yes
Our butter sculptures are more
Water and light
A moment of love caught in our eyes
Intended, sensed
And left lovingly cradled in memory and time
As we carry on into our next expression

Morning is here
824 am December Second 2021
Time to enter the day
Write the time down in tiny numbers
As we enter the fray
Strive to find our way through it
In preservation of potential
Until our next time of celebration

Better get at it
Take my pills
Guess I didn't get that nap in
I need a bigger hammer!
Darn it

See you there
 
Oh... there will be POE!

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

~Edgar Allan Poe
 
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.


~Max Ehrmann
 
First time at Poetry Club. Guess I gotta step up.




SILENT!!!!!

I’ll step up to the heavy weight.


Get downed, like a pint on St’ patties day.


Get back up just like yesterday.


Maybe today’s the day I’ll get away.


Regardless alone i'll stay.


Thank god for family, all the other I love you’s, were lies to me.


My presence reveals this imagery.


Flash floods have changed my faces topography.


Another sickening glimpse of reality. Now I apologies for the delay, In a black and white world,I still stray to gray.


Knees meet the earth as I pray, and watch the less than adequate display.


I don’t know a thing about parenting. But here’s one thing that I can guarantee.


Your addiction to the adoption of failed philosophy.


And your conviction to make changes to the monotony, while omitting any sense of equality.


Instills a relentless sickness, with the quickness and slickness to increase the statistics.


Making this process impossible with your warp-able inaugural. Interference is called on you.


Now I’m gonna run the interview. I feel, truth is long overdue.


This line in the sand drawn for you, there’s a strip mall there now, you gotta move.


Option for punishment is long removed. Good work new age, now they control you.


While you sit back and diss common sense tactics.


The forecast says rain, as your practice becomes the catalyst.


Times are changing with a rapidness.


“Will someone fucking control that kid !”


Oh my bad you already did.


I forgot, in your world definitions change, watch the words exchange, and then get rearranged.


More like morphed and distorted, time has reported. In an attempt to push forward, it's all been recorded.


Obviously we cant afford it. But your only opinion, comes from reporters.


You're media driven daze, plays a huge role in our decay.


You're an unpaid employee down on your knees for the powers that be.


I won’t just sit here while they point their fingers at me.


Morals and ethics decide the fact I'm where I should be.


A few important qualities that are important to me.


I can clearly see the mistakes that I make, but the difference between us you see, I take responsibility.


Own that shit and carry it, with hopes of the possibility. That Someday I’ll be free of it. While you're off escaping your own irresponsibility.


“Attention all spartan spectators, this you’re gonna wanna see”


Lost in a world of so-called leaders and followers.


A crumbling structure filled with dope fiends and squatters.


To be honest its nothing but a costume contest.


I refuse to become them so I’ll keep wondering, I guess.


A sense of security is, uninhabitable at best


Thanks to the color chart, I can keep blending, into all sides of this life, even the pretending.


The act is no more than a natural progression, the habitual ritual of a troubled individual.


Stuck somewhere between the victims and the criminals.


Still I stay true to a strict set of principles.


Ignoring all the politics, deaf to the rabble, and ridiculousness.


Your sub-principles, have turned to abuse, and play no role in the life I choose.


I keep myself defined by the right of truth. It brings pain that s fucking biblical.


Produces beauty, that’s unimaginable.


Path of most resistance, not approved by the likes of you.


Keep riding lies looking for that fountain of, fix the outside, is what you teach the youth.


Kids left with no one to look up to.


Violently being pushed through by society as their morals dilute.


Too fast to grasp the tools they need to use.


Promoting this façade, as happiness, is child abuse.


What the fuck is wrong with you?


And theres still ones that cant believe i’m am true.


Holding a birds eye view to what we do.


And I’m the one that’s confused?


Tattooed body, default being public view.


And I have projection scars, that play the whole thing through.


My mind’s that land, that no one books a trip to.


Lost denial’s luxuries many many years ago.


Now life’s viewed as an x rated video.


Im talking snuff film, atrocities, the shit no one should ever know.


4K 120fps with an apocalyptic audio.


Dial set on blast, capable of increasing your days cardio.


It bring’s a cold front, that easily changes rain to snow.


Now we may not have met yet, but i can bet that, you can feel it.


Making thighs wet.


Or producing sweat, from the hatred.


Honesty, keeps you waiting on my next line, contemplating, “What’s the content?”


With every word i write, you can feel the pressure augment.


The day I become your sentinel rest assured i'll do more than protect.


Hopefully you’ll never have to see, what id do to levy your protection.


Strengthen our connection, as we pull up to an intersection.


Now left to you, as for direction. This relationship is pressing me.


I’m capable of spreading like the cure, or the infection.


Time to roll your sleeves up I’m here for your injection.


Don’t bother fighting, it was created from affection. The apathy inside me has perfected this collection.


Electing me as the one, closed down for inspection.


To all the ones that feel alone, relax, release your tension.


Theres enough of us in this trap, to have a world-wide intervention.


Maybe when we get there, we’ll be embraced by their good intentions.


Objection overruled by the wicked ones attending.


They need to look around a bit their numbers are a dwindling.


If we just create a plot right now, we could prevent an awful ending.


Let's all get our fucking heads together it's time to begin transcending.
 
First he appeared in the realm inanimate;
Thence came into the world of plants and lived
The plant-life many a year, nor called to mind
What he had been; then took the onward way
To animal existence, and once more
Remembers naught of what life vegetive,
Save when he feels himself moved with desire
Towards it in the season of sweet flowers,
As babes that seek the breast and know not why.
Again the wise Creator whom thou knowest
Uplifted him from animality
To Man’s estate; and so from realm to realm
Advancing, he became intelligent,
Cunning and keen of wit, as he is now.
No memory of his past abides with him,
And from his present soul he shall be changes.
Though he is fallen asleep, God will not leave him
In this forgetfulness. Awakened, he
Will laugh to think what troublous dreams he had.
And wonder how his happy state of being
He could forget, and not perceive that all
Those pains and sorrows were the effect of sleep
And guile and vain illusion. So this world
Seems lasting, though ’tis but the sleepers’ dream;
Who, when the appointed Day shall dawn, escapes
From dark imaginings that haunted him,
And turns with laughter on his phantom griefs
When he beholds his everlasting home.


~Rumi
 
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